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And, in his heart, he believes that death for him lies somewhere out there. And yet he does not turn and flee. He simply sits looking and thinking. Again, as if fascinated, his eyes wander back to the legend upon the board and he reads and rereads the message it conveys. And all the time he is a prey to a curious, uncertain feeling.
Of Oliver? and over the telephone what was that? Mother hadn't said anything She finishes the letter and then rereads all the parts of it that seem to have any bearing on the cryptogram, and finally near the end, and evidently connected with the "telephone," she comes upon the phrase "that day." There is only one day that Mother alludes to as "That Day" now.
"Will you excuse me?" "Certainly." He reads, he becomes red; he rereads, and he gets scarlet. It was Raoul's brilliant telegram from Dijon: "Dear father, I shall not go. Most extraordinary meeting. Your Number Three yes, your Number Three in the train with her mother, and I wouldn't see her. Ah! if I had known. Strike while the iron's hot; I'm striking it, strike it too.
He rereads himself, he interprets himself, he comments on himself; he tortures himself to find a deep meaning in every part of his contract, and in the clearest phrases the opposite of what they say. What infinite art, what hypocrisy, in his relations with the manual laborer! From the simple shopkeeper to the big contractor, how skilful they are in exploiting his arms!
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